I want to look at you from a distance,
I want to touch you close.
I want to blow you in the sky,
I want to hold you under my feet.
When I spread your green leaves,
When you stretch out my colorful wings.
When you become me one day,
When I become you one day.
Your eyes blink at me,
But there were no moving words.
My eyes blink at you,
There is no trace of performance either.
——Hu Weilan, a diplomat working in Moscow, met his college girlfriend Yu Huang by chance. The sky was desolate and her face was no longer bright. She was dragged out of the street corner by a man with a big beard. The two had a quarrel over a pound of Russian smoked fish. Tears hung on Yu Huang's face, but that scene remained in Hu Weilan's heart.
Concept: Only love and friendship can make a soul complete